20 September 2008
September 20, 2008 - Prayer for the Twentieth Day of Ramadan
19 September 2008
Riding Lessons
Rebekah seems to be enjoying her riding lessons - she actually felt comfortable at a gallop yesterday! Galloping was most definitely out of her "comfort zone" at first. She says riding English style is so very different than riding on a western saddle, with a horn you can hold on to. English style, you hang on by squeezing the horse with your legs and balancing/moving with the animal. And it looked so easy in the equestrian competitions we saw at the Olympics!
Next week, she starts group lessons that last an hour instead of the "trial" individual 1/2 hour lessons she has had the past two weeks... if I understood everything her instructor was saying to her! And just in case you were curious, the name of the horse she has been riding is Mistral. We have no idea who she will be riding next week... so stay tuned! September 19, 2008 - Prayer for the Nineteenth Day of Ramadan
18 September 2008
September 18, 2008 - Prayer for the Eighteenth Day of Ramadan
17 September 2008
September 17, 2008 - Prayer for the Seventeenth Day of Ramadan
16 September 2008
Chameleons REALLY are Cool!
September 16, 2008 - Prayer for the Sixteenth Day of Ramadan
15 September 2008
Birthday Picnic on the Plateau
The flash didn't go off on this one - so we have the blurry, photo by firelight look... the wind was blowing just enough and the matches here are poor enough quality that Tim actually had to stick the candle into our bonfire to get it to light. Jonathan was worried he was going to burn up the candle before Elsie Mae got to blow it out.
Elsie Mae was all ready to blow her candle out - but Jonathan beat her to it! I think she liked the pink lemonade frosting on her cupcake - since she ate that and left the cake!
Nadia and one of Elsie Mae's friends who joined us for the picnic. You can also read about our evening from their perspective at their blog page.
Isn't she a cutie-pie? Not only were we glad for the opportunity for a family outing - we were delighted to be able to celebrate our Elsie Mae!
September 15, 2008 - Prayer for the Fifteenth Day of Ramadan
14 September 2008
Rainy Season Joys...
We've also since discovered that she has hookworm, as does Elsie Mae. No, this picture is not an actual picture of one of "their" worms - this whole worm thing really turns my tummy, especially when pregnant, so it is all I can do to treat it - but thought some of you might find it interesting. :-) So far, we've just been treating the symptoms - but will head to the pharmacy some time tomorrow to see if we can get a real treatment that should clear it up, as I finally now know the name of what I need to buy and the dosage appropriate for a little one. That should take care of things pretty quickly then! September 14, 2008 - Prayer for the Fourteenth Day of Ramadan
13 September 2008
September 13, 2008 - Prayer for the Thirteenth Day of Ramadan
12 September 2008
EMBARKING YET ONCE AGAIN ON THOSE TREMENDOUSLY TERRIFIC TWOS!!!
Today is Elsie Mae's 2nd birthday. We are planning a picnic celebration... if it doesn't rain... with several good friends. And she doesn't have a clue that all the fuss getting ready for today is about her, but that's OK! We are so thankful for our precious, two year old blessing, who loves life and loves people!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELSIE MAE!September 12, 2008 - Prayer for the Twelth Day of Ramadan
11 September 2008
September 11, 2008 - Prayer for the Eleventh Day of Ramadan
10 September 2008
Pondering Parenting
Parenting is one of those things I want to do well... and I think I can finally, honestly say that this is not primarily true because I want to look good in the eyes of others, but because I want my children to be a sweet smelling offering to the Lord. This is a change God has brought about. As a younger mom, on the road from church to church as we sought financial and prayer support to come to the mission field, I often based parenting decisions on what I thought those around me expected. I'm slowly learning to base my decisions on what the Holy Spirit has shown me to be right for that particular child in that particular instance - though this certainly isn't something I've mastered. I don't tend to pick up the standard "parenting manuals" often recomended in evangelical circles any more. My two favorites are actually Proverbs and James. But I just finished reading a book that has appealed to and intrigued me, primarily as a confirmation of how God has been changing my parenting perspectives. This has been a very up and down journey for me, one that began as we left for language school, with my first "trial" being the day I took my 4 year old boy to a French maternelle class. I could only speak enough of the language myself to just barely get along. That was not my plan. I wanted to homeschool and keep my children in an environment where I had the control over what influenced and came into their lives... God was not in agreement then, just as now He clearly has us sending our children to school in what many might consider "less than ideal" circumstances. My ideas about parenting are being challenged by the thought provoking and I believe biblical ideas presented in the book. God had already been directing our parenting much more in this way. The book discusses things like (from the back of the book):
- engagning your kids in conversations instead of issuing ultimatums;
- seeing your children's behaviors as windows into your won spiritual life;
- coaching your children instead of lecturing them;
- modeling the transparent, authentic lifestyle you want for your kids;
- demonstrating a life of thankfulness, creativity and service."
"We often approach the Bible with our children - and ourselves - trying to solve all its mysteries. when our children ask about God's Old testament wrath upon entire nations, we pull out slick theological arguments to that God won't appear mean to them. Or we'll share, 'That was the Old Testament. We are in a New Covenant relationship with Jesus now,' as if God has changed magically between the Testaments. We don't welcome the wrestling. It makes us uncomfortable. We'd rather have it all figured out and if we teach our children our own pet theologies, we think we have adequately completed the task of bringing them up in the Lord...We've lost the beauty of wrestling. We've forgotten how to welcome it into our homes....It's not an easy task. It's much easier to choose a set of beliefs and then defend them to the death, making sure our children mimic the proper tenets. We have a harder time saying, 'You know what? I don't know why God took out entire generations of people. I could give you some theological explanations if you're interested, but to be honest, it rubs me the wrong way. I don't understand how a loving God could do that. I know he's just and righteous and can see everything, but it's hard for me to reconcile all that killing with Jesus.' By saying that, we invite our children into our own wrestling, our own questions.Unfortunately, we have reduced God and His Word to that which is manageable, nice and agreeable. We've sanitized the Bible so that we don't have to grapple with its ambiguity. We don't want to be Jacob, wrestling hour upon hour with the living, breathing, wild God, only to walk the rest of our lives with a limp. It's messy. It doesn't perpetuate formulaic biblical interpretation...If we were really honest with ourselves, we'd admit that we do wrestle with the sticky issues of the Bible, but we don't often give ourselves permission to show that struggle. Instead of hiding what is inside or adopting everyone else's airtight explanations for the difficulties of the Bible, why not dialogue? Why not bring our concerns to the family table? Why not show our disappointment when God doesn't answer a prayer in the way we hoped? By doing this, we train children to recognize that asking questions is all right, that God's shoulders are big enough to hold our doubts. When our children leave home, they will leave knowing that the Bible is a difficult but life-filled book."
"We forget sometimes. We roll our eyes. We say 'bo-ring' under our breath. We treat life as if it were all about us. But the essence of life is gratitude. Thankfulness. How do we instill gratefulness in our children while the world around them is spinning on the axis of selfishness?...So much of what we try to teach our children is demonstrated, not preached. Perhaps our children are grateful because we are grateful. Or maybe they've seen other be selfish, and it rubs them the wrong way. Or maybe they've gotten to know the gentleness of Jesus a little more each day.Teaching kids that life is a gift isn't easy.... God is the one who elevates us. He lifts our heads above circumstances. In Psalm 3.3, the psalmist says, 'But you are a shield around me, O LORD; you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.' Why does He lift our heads? So we can see the vista beyond our belly buttons. Above us is heaven, where the Triune God reigns in glory....Gracious followers of Jesus will entice the world. Self-serving, prideful Pharisees merely shake their finger and push others away.What kind of faith do we want our children to bring to this postmodern world? A stoic, stuffy religion that beckons people to rules and regulations? Or a vibrant, life-giving, grace-abounding relationship with Jesus that infects and affects the people around them? What will attract a shifting culture to Jesus? It will be our invigorated, grateful hearts -- authentic, broken hearts that dare to thank God in the midst of life's mess. That's what this world hungers for: a unique expression of the reality of Jesus on the field of postmodernity. As we dare to love and challenge our children in this world, teaching them to follow the path of the scarred Carpenter, we will begin to see how Jesus can infuse culture through them. They are missionaries, sent out to a culture we may not understand. To prepare them is our duty and joy."
If you are definitely interested in a thought-provoking read, especially one that applies to parenting preteen/teen children, go ahead and give this book a try.
September 10, 2008 - Prayer for the Tenth Day of Ramadan
09 September 2008
And the last two are finally officially "in school..."
September 09, 2008 - Prayer for the Ninth Day of Ramadan
08 September 2008
September 08, 2008 - Prayer for the Eighth Day of Ramadan
07 September 2008
September 07, 2008 - Prayer for the Seventh Day of Ramadan
06 September 2008
September 06, 2008 - Prayer for the Sixth Day of Ramadan
05 September 2008
"Glory"
I was listening to "Glory" yesterday while working on Ladies' Bible study (for this Saturday - please be praying) on our laptop. Brendan was working on homework on the desktop (he was writing a poem... after studying a Victor Hugo poem about sowing and the harvest... and then searching for verses about the harvest in the Bible... all in French!). He must have been listening to the words of the song more intently than I imagined, (pretty incredible, when you remember that the song is in English and he was writing and reading French). All of the sudden, I heard a quiet "Mom?" from his corner of the room.
"Yep?" I replied, just a bit distracted by my own work.
"That's a really pretty song - but I think it also makes me a little sad," he continued.
Intrigued, I gave him my full attention, because I'd never heard someone describe a song about the return of Christ in His glory as ~~sad~~ . "Why do you say that?" I inquired.
"Well, because for us, it will be a really wonderful, awesome day. But what about all of our friends, all of the people here who don't know or understand about Jesus yet? There are so many of them...," This last thought was said in almost a whisper, his voice trailed off as he paused and exhaled softly before continuing. "It will be a sad and final day for them. I hope Jesus makes us all wait longer," he said gently and softly, hesitating as though he was concerned about my response.
But what sort of a response is there to what my son had just shared? What could I say? I didn't say much. I just walked over to where he was sitting, gave him a hug, kissed the top of his head, told him I loved him and sincerely thanked him for reminding me of that truth. And I also silently thanked the Lord. Such precious moment, for God gave me just a glimpse of how He's tendering the heart of this boy-child and growing him into a young man. It was like He snapped a polaroid, and handed it to me to enjoy... a tiny snapshot of how He is imprinting and developing His gentleness, His mercy, in the heart of this child He has entrusted to us - and as He continues to work, the details will come more and more evident and clearly into focus. Such a convicting moment, for God, who is worthy of all glory, never forgets those who still need to trust Him while I, in my busyness, my preoccupations, my hope for the future, so easily can.
These gentle words from my son were also words from the Savior, reminding me that while I wait in anticipation for His coming and longing for His future glory, I need to live and breathe His message and His mercy, the same mercy that He extends in the cross, that He extends in His tarrying...
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Last picture from Crafty Curate.
September 05, 2008 - Prayer for the Fifth Day of Ramadan
04 September 2008
The First Day of School
My teacher is M. Mounkaila, and everyone says he is one of the nicest teachers in the whole school. My sisters say he is patient and nice to little kids. I'm not a little kid, but he's nice to me, too. First of all, we introduced ourselves, telling our names and what we did. We had two recesses; I ate the cookies Daddy bought me during my recess time and saw my sisters. We sat under the shade over by the gate to eat our cookies because it is quieter over there. I saw the bathrooms. My teacher showed us which one was the boys and which one was the girls. I also saw the English room. Our teacher gave us a chalkboard and a sponge to erase it. Then he handed out our "cahier de liason." That is how my teacher will talk to Mama and Daddy, and they can send notes back to him. My favorite thing about school was the little bit of homework we did: counting to "dix," and the alphabet. I had a big smile on my face when Daddy came to pick me up.
My teacher is M. Omar. He's a nice teacher. He is Italian and Algerian and he can speak several languages. He's not too strict. He likes kids and I think I'll like being in his class. When the bell rings, we have to stand behind our chairs until M. Omar tells we have permission to sit down. We started working on all of our different cahiers (notebooks). When we got our "cahier de liason" M. Omar glued two papers inside. The bell rang and I was the first one out of my class. I went to Victoria's class to wait for her. After recess, we got our "cahier de texte" and we wrote a note in there. We put all the extra stuff away in the teacher's shelf for storing things. He handed out all of our school supplies: pens, pencils, a compass, a ruler, our own "gomme" (that's an eraser) and we put them all into our trousse, and then put the trousse right inside your desk. I followed the directions just right, so I got a "Bravo!" from M. Omar. We got our own chalkboards and sponges. When it was time to leave, M. Omar said, "Tu peux sortir. Au revoir." Then I went down the stairs and Daddy was waiting for me. It was a nice first day of school!
I am in the class of CM1. My teacher is M. Urbain Gbeha. I think he is from Niger. There are 25 kids in my class, but my best friend from all my other years at Ecole Alliance, Zeina, doesn't go to school there any more. There's a new girl this year - I want to try and be her friend. We sit in 5 rows down and 5 rows across. I'm in the middle line down and the 2nd line across. I'm the only girl in my row across, but there is another girl in the row down. I'm one of the oldest kids in my class. We got all of our cahiers (notebooks) except for Music and English, which we will get with the teachers of those classes. We got our "etiquettes" for all of our cahiers - that's how we keep track of our individual notebooks. We didn't do any school work. We just got materials and prepared our notebooks to start working. I think we'll start school work tomorrow, and our class schedule, too. Then I'll know when I have to wear tennis shoes because we have sports class. Daddy needs to take me to the market to buy new tennis shoes. The best part of my day was at the end when we were all cleaning up, organizing the class and seeing all of my friends - we were allowed to visit in whispers with each other as long we kept busy. It was a good day and I'm glad to be back at school. September 04 - Prayer for the Fourth Day of Ramadan
03 September 2008
September 03, 2008 - Prayer for the Third Day of Ramadan
02 September 2008
25 Weeks Pregnant
01 September 2008
"Laborious"
September 02, 2008 - Prayer for the Second Day of Ramadan
Anna's Doing a Happy Dance Today!
Anna lost a tooth last night... one of her top two front teeth... And actually, her dad finally just yanked it out since it was hanging by a thread (literally), she was complaining she couldn't eat with it, and she was making that tooth do disgusting things that were really turning the tummy of her pregnant mother...
So why is she doing the happy dance? Because last night, the "tooth fairy" just happened to not be broke (finally)! She was quite excited to find a 500 fcfa piece under her pillow, inside the ziplock bag where she left her tooth last night. I think she's planning to buy one of those rolls of foot long bubble gum at the Rec Center next time we go. Hopefully I won't be trying to wash it out of her hair before church late Saturday night/early Sunday morning...










